Tuesday, March 04, 2008

The Oracle

Vomit still in
my mouth and
sewer water on
my feet, I take
a reverent sip
of day-old diner
coffee and stub
my stale cigarette;
The ash expires.
Surrounded by 5-cent
vices, I see
myself as I would
in a murky, motley
sludge of motor oil
and rain. How
did I become
this speckled,
darkened
thing?

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